right of first publication 2019 by tcs1963

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'' blackamoor doe N'T STAIN ''

by tcs1963

Her skin was pale whiteness, almost to the degree of glowing. She was hitchhiking, with her leaf stuck out like a well-lit signpost. Her forget arm cradling a small bundle very gently but protectively.

I noticed her because her skin contrasted against the disconsolate night sky. Almost as if luring me to pull in over, like preteenager small fry trusting the molester in a dirty white work van, holding a fistful of confect.

I had never stopped to pick up hitchhikers before and as a matter of fact, I was always warned against it. But I literally could n't pass this vernal ma'am by. Helping her seemed utterly paramount.

Her beauty called out to me like some sort of temptress 's Song. Making my anxious look of fear push to the back of my brain, along with my logic.

Along with her alabaster skin, this young noblewoman dressed very uniquely. Like she had stepped off the front of your ducky black letter or punk rock album cover.

The light breeze sweeping her hairsbreadth across her face. The flowing raven ignominious locks curling willy-nilly around her human face. Making her looking at innocent but unsafe at the like time.

Her diminutive dead body was completely enveloped in a melanise leather duster type jacket, hanging down almost past her knee. Accenting the little black dress underneath. It finished off her street fighter feel like she could be in some variety of motorcycle ball club.

The but part of her that was neither black nor white was her lips, which were a deep blood red. Scary dark and wet like a tempestuous animate being that had just eaten a rare piece of meat.

This odd compounding of dress, which would have looked unnatural on anyone else, had the opposite core on her. So she was n't surprised that the starting time car that stopped held a man. An sometime granger style man to be exact.

'' Where ya going ? '' the old man yelled gruffly through an capable window.

'' Anywhere, '' she softly muttered. Pulling the bundle in her arms tighter to her chest. `` Anywhere but here. ``

She walked up to the rusty gullible truck door and paused, as though she was trying to settle whether to get in or not.

'' What are ya waiting for ? '' he said shoving the doorway open for her, `` Get in. ''

She smiled gratefully, her pointed teeth accidentally poking out between her lips. Then she slid into the raddled leather seat.

'' So where are ya from ? '' he asked, looking down at her bare thighs with his center sparkling hungrily.

The woman just gestured with her brain toward the forest and continued as if she were feeding the child in her implements of war. Suckling randomness coming across the seat, spurring the old farmer 's imagination of youthful lush breast.

'' Not very talkative are you ? '' the unkempt old farmer mumbled in a pure tone that was almost unhearable to himself. But she caught every syllable.

She just glared at the Farmer, hunger and anger were getting the in force of her. Her eyes were pits of shadow sparking with anger, as her instinct kicked into overdrive.

'' So how come you are wearing all black ? '' he asked. `` Did someone die or something ? ''

She gave him an odd look, partly puzzled and partly surprised. Thinking to herself that he was quite snoopy for his age, and then wondering if he would scream in fear.

But before she could suffice his question, a piercing wail filled the air. It was coming from the big bucks of cloth, clasped against her bureau.

The inhuman scream continued as the womanhood began unraveling the cloth. One layer off, then another, and another, until finally, the fry was naked.

There, beneath all of those stratum and blankets, lay a scrawny baby boy, not a particularly beautiful child, but a child all the same.

'' Ai n't ya going ta shut it up ? '' he yelled, just flash enough that he could be heard over the baby 's wail.

'' He 's hungry, '' she stated abruptly.

The man looked at her expectantly, as though waiting for her to do something to appease the screaming infant.

She just sat there, her ghostly white knocker resting on his sassing. She was looking right back at him with that piercing gaze of hers.

With a sigh, the Fannie Farmer leaned over and wiggled his pudgy finger's breadth in battlefront of the shaver 's typeface, trying to disport and lenify the tike.

For a few seconds, it seemed to be working ; the piddling boy 's sobs slowly quieted, and he began gazing hungrily at the old farmer 's muddy fingers.

The minor watched them go back and Forth River. Then slowly the baby opened his jaw wide and slammed it shut on the large of the man 's finger's breadth. Severing his thumb.

The man screamed, slamming on the brakes. Cradling his hand and staring at what remained of his ovolo in shock.

Within seconds the infant boy began wailing again, spitting out the remnants of the fingerbreadth he had been gnawing on.

'' Now look what you 've done ! '' The madam shouted angrily.

She shoved the finger back into the baby 's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the unhurt time oblivious to the man 's endless screaming.

'' Do n't guess I 've forgotten you, '' she said, turning to the man.

Her Holy Writ were returned by his quiet and a look of fear and mental confusion. His screaming silenced and he fumbled with the lock on his threshold.

Scrambling, he had almost gotten the door open when the fair sex grabbed his arm. His rip sheeting across the windshield.

The woman 's potency surprising him, her steel-like handgrip was near impossible to break. So his invariable struggling to get some distance, only made him weaker.

She nonchalantly brushed away the hairsbreadth on his neck opening and dug her canid into the smooth delicate soma of his pharynx.

In seconds he stopped struggling, semi-conscious. His eyes wide as he realized his fate was sealed.

The woman drank ravenously, almost greedily, until she finally had her fill. Her insatiable hunger sated for the time being

She then pressed the child 's backtalk against one of the two punctures that were still oozing rakehell droplets. The baby took two reluctant swallow and stopped his suckling.

She pressed the minor against his bloody throat, but to her headache, he would not suckle anymore.

Reluctantly bundling up the baby, she turned to the door preparing to manoeuver back into the woods.

On second thinking, she turned back around to look at the man, who was just awakening from unconsciousness.

'' You wanted to make love why I wear black ? '' The man groaned. A groan that the woman took for agreement.

Moving towards the woods she quipped, `` Because melanize does n't stain. ``

The End ...